The Thread of Us

We have all worn this face before soft as dawn, creased by years, weathered by loss, and finally fading into silence. You are not alone in your beginning. Inside you already echo the whispers of centuries our laughter folded into your smile, our grief woven into your tears. We walked the paths that shaped your bones, we sang the songs that tuned your breath, and now you stir, small fists clenched against the dark, carried forward by what we could not finish. When your eyes open, you will carry us with you the strength of the old, the hope of the young, and the unbroken thread between. In your first cry, we are reborn. In our last sigh, you continue.